"There is nothing I can say about myself as a whole simply and completely, without intermingling and admixture. The most universal article of my own Logic is Distinguo. I always mean to speak well of what is good..."
-Michel de Montaigne, "Of the inconstancy of our actions", tr. M.A. Screech
Black Deathski Vodka for Kimberly Stalin Robots: I wax yet more inconsequential
Further imperiling whatever reputation I may have (ha ha) as a Deep Thinker of some sort, all I have to present today is the results of using two Web toys.
Firstly, idly Googling for one of my favourite not-quite-words, "deathski". Though Google helpfully suggests "Did you mean death ski?", I don't; I mean 'deathski' as in 'brewski', only with death. Three results:
The Captain and His Buccaneer Oarkestra: "In 1980 the Captain released Urban Buccaneer, an arte-cassette that strode the fulcrum of Sir Henry Morgan & John Lydon, time-married as it is, or Errol Flint [sic] collaboratin' wid The Clash in an irksome injun arm-wrestle to the deathski."